Letra da Música: Panzram (Sexual Death) - Terrorama

Shaped by torture, driven by his needs
Redwings holy terror could never christen him
Nothing in common with the human race
The time has come to avenge

Reforming people his own way.
They'll feel his intestinal treatment
A life wedded to hatred and depravity
A lifetimes imprisonment in flesh

Panzram's fantasy - mass sodomy
Panzram's fantasy - mass sodomy
He lived out his fantasy - mass sodomy
He lived out his fantasy - mass sodomy

His misantropic pleasure, his sadistic measure
An inevitable end at the leavenworth gallow
Rob 'em, rape 'em - kill 'em
The motto always stood firm.

Reforming people his own way
They'll feel his intestinal treatment
A life wedded to hatred and depravity
A lifetime imprisonment in flesh

Panzram's fantasy - mass sodomy
Panzram's fantasy - mass sodomy
He lived out his fantasy - mass sodomy
He lived out his fantasy - mass sodomy